Yesterday evening I walked about 10km (6 miles) again. There’s not a whole lot to see on this route since it is mostly residential but I felt I had to take pictures of something so I took pictures of churches that I passed by.
I came to realize that there a lot of churches within a square mile. If I had to estimate, I would say there is about 10. There are as many churches as anything else and maybe more. I would say their numbers are similar to gas stations.
This church looks much nicer. It was only 3 blocks away from the other one.
My walk took me closer to a more bustling area where there is a big shopping mall, restaurants and other shops. As I was walking, a police officer was creeping towards me in his car and staring in my direction. He put on his lights and pulled over. I was waiting for the light to turn green when he got out, pointed at me and said, “hey you!”
Me: What’s going on?
Cop: So were you just coming from that restaurant over there?
Me: I walked by there
Cop: Just walking by? What happened?
Me: I don’t know, I was just walking by
Cop: I know it was you so just tell me what happened
Me: I was just walking by. You got the wrong guy
Cop: You didn’t go inside? You didn’t go inside yelling and screaming?
Me: No. I looked inside but that’s it
Cop: What did you see inside?
Me: I don’t know. People having a good time?
Cop: And did that make you angry?
Me: What? Haha. No
Cop: I know it was you so tell me what happened
Me: I was just walking by. I don’t know what else to say
Cop: Why were you looking inside?
Me: I don’t know. Same reason why I would look inside this furniture store?
By this time 3 other cops have pulled over while the first guy goes into his car looking my information up. He comes out a few minutes later and keeps pushing the “I know it was you” line.
“You matched the description” After they received another description from the manager of the restaurant, the cop decided that it probably wasn’t me.
Cop: Thanks for your cooperation. When I saw you, you looked kind of jittery. You should have waved hello or something.
Me: That’s kind of weird. Who does that?
Cop: Some people do
Whatever. That was his way of redeeming himself for that retarded interrogation. But I guess if I had done something that interrogation may have been effective. The whole situation became more comical than anything. I should have pulled the race card just for fun. “Can’t a yellow man walk down the street without getting harassed by the po-leece. Damn!”
As I walked off the same guy walked after another young looking guy. Apparently he matched the description as well even though he was Latino and way bigger than me. I could hear him giving the “I know it was you” line to him. I suppose they had some reason to be all serious since someone was shot at that restaurant earlier this year.
My life is kind of uneventful these days so I sort of welcomed that interaction. I had all the time in the world. Hopefully no one I knew saw me because I would automatically look guilty just like when a guy gets accused of raping a girl.
On a lighter note, on my way back home I ordered ice cream. It was much bigger than I wanted. I felt like I wasted some of the benefits from all my walking. It wasn’t even that good. Oh well?
There is a chocolate factory pretty close to my place. They have this fountain that is constantly running. If you were a homeless person you would be tempted to hang around there for hydration and possible sanitation purposes. I myself may stop off there for a drink of water one day if I’m desperate enough. I bet you people pee in that fountain.
This is the last church of the night.
Apparently there is free food and drinks on Aug 30th. I may drop by and hang out with Jesus for a while. This walking stuff is quite enjoyable. If you have a lot of time on your hands and not much to do, walking works. When you drive, you get to your destination and back fairly quickly which could leave you with the question of, ‘now what should I do?’ We never think of walking when we have a car because it is like using only 1 hand when you have 2. It is not very motivating to live a disabled life when you are not disabled.